School Assignment

On my spring break I was told I was going to Tofino with my grandparents. I wasn’t expecting to go to Tofino but plans change. What I did expect was to stay here and take a nice art class or something. But, this spring break I was going to Tofino. I wasn’t really looking forward to it, and then I was told I had to wear rubber boots. That didn’t help. But I was going. And that was that. So I packed and left. The ferry ride was okay; I played video games the whole time with my brother and by the time we ran out of money we were at Vancouver Island. The parking lot to the ferry was loud and dusty, you could hear peoples voices ring out, calling to each other. You could see into dusty car windows and see sleeping people waking up after a long nap. We got into our truck and we ditched the ferry. I’ll never be on this same ferry again, I thought. And we were gone.


Once we were in Tofino I was sure I was going to be sick. I must have eaten a buckets worth of Pringles and that sickened me. I got out of the big truck that had been pulling the RV the whole way up here. My legs had ached earlier today, but they still felt sore, but better. I stepped out onto the camping ground and decided to go check out my surroundings. I climbed down a wall that hung around behind our campsite and down in to the beach. The beach was long and thick. Watery sand clung together as you walked on it. The air smelled fresh, new and exciting. I ran on it. Just to get the last pains out of my legs. I went up to the waves, and they fell on me. I went back inside and was scolded for being silly and for getting wet. Still I liked the salty water and it was a beautiful feeling.

A few days went by like this and we had to leave this beach. So, we moved on to a new campground. I didn’t like the site of it at first, but it as soon as I got out of the truck. Something told me it was going to be great. So I took a walk down the path back toward the lodge and I found a swing set, the lame thing about it was it was only for 8 year olds. So, I decided to go see what the lodge was like. I went in and the Lady standing behind the counter asked me if she could help me and I answered, “No, but thanks. I’m just looking around.” And she replied, “Oh! Well, would you like to use the computer?” “You mean that one?” I pointed to the friendly looking machine standing over by the corner waiting for someone to approach it. “Yes.” “Ok, thanks.” I walked over to it. And wriggled the mouse to see the screen. “Now if you need any help getting on to it…” she trailed off and laughed as she saw me already online. “I’m okay, thanks,” I said and she smiled and walked away.

I stayed on the computer for a while and then my Grandma came and told me to go check out that great river. I thanked the woman behind the counter and left the lodge. I ran down to where my Grandma instructed me to go. And then ran down this load of stairs and found myself jumping off this dock type thing on to a pile of stand there was ankle deep water and copper stones underneath it coiling around little islands of sand. I liked it.

I saw my brother over on the next little island and I ran toward him. I saw that he had made some sort of a bridge out of a few loose branches that happened to float by. “Hi!” I waved over at him. I jumped that last way over to the island and there I was. “Hey,” Luke greeted me back. “You know what would be fun? Taking your shoes off.” I said I dropped to the ground and started to pull off my shoes and Luke looked at me blankly and said; “You shouldn’t do that. There’s like spiders in the sand and stuff.” “So?” I asked. I went over and sat on the bank of the island. I sat there for like 5 minutes and then Luke asked; “Do you wanna go back now?” “Sure.” I agreed and we made our way back up to the RV. We stepped in to the RV and Luke switched on the Television and I sat down and read my book. It seemed like hours went by. Before I knew it I had to go to my Grandparent’s friends. They had a monster of a house. It was unbelievable. The next day we left.



Back on the road, we traveled a few hours and we were in Victoria. Where I met my parents and it was time to go home.


Hannah Wildeman
Grade. 5

sane and organization

Well, here we are at..uh, whatever this campsite is called. I've been away since tuesday. The trip started as usual; on the road. And lead to the camping ground, Tofino, Long Beach. We left this morning sometime. The trip to this campsite which I will now decide to call 'Here', so the trip to Here was 3 hours but felt like 15 minutes, I guess thats the magic of a good book. We got here about a half an hour ago now. When we first got here I took a stroll up to the lodge and found about the lamest swing set to ever see the living day light. Luke liked it. And I found a computer in the lodge. The is more homey than I thought. When I first entered the Lodge I thought it was a cold hearted building. its really not. Theres a Tv and free coffee and a fire place and board games. And hehe the computer. Well I ought to go now.

-Red

Funny.

I don't know why I find this so funny. Its a fox. A ninja fox.... Hehe.

But these things pop up...

Usually whenever I hear somthing or go through a stage or somthing happens I get an image. Its very odd. For example when I was little and when I laughed so hard and so long that it felt like I ran out of laughs, it would remind me of an endless white fence. And when I was very little probably around 4 or 5, I am not sure what happened I may have fallen asleep or blanked out or went deep in thought but all these images and visions flashed through my mind. It was all deju vu and some of those visions happened a few years later. Sometimes things happen and I remember it and it feels like I have seen it before.
But I know I haven't. I find this very interesting. And it all happened back then. It seems like everything was created then.
Sometimes I forget what thought or situation matches the image then I have the situation and the image comes.
I have no idea if this is just me if its fate or everyone has this. But I get alot out of it. It seems to keep me sane.
Maybe its the only thing keeping me sane. But I just remember shutting my eyes and all this flashed through my head.
How did I do that? Then again I highly doubt I did it. It seems amazing. Then a few nights ago I had this dream and I wonder if it even was a dream. I think I entered someone elses body. I was living someone elses life I remember her small room on the edge of her house and looking out the window and seeing cars go by on the highway. I know this life was not mine. I do not know where this person lives. I am sure that this person is really out there in the world. It was like I was self projecting. When the soul leaves the body. It seems amazing, I must have been there a while because I remember going to bed and choosing clothes from the wardrobe and it was all different. I remember wearing a black shirt that was crochet with a black tank top underneath and jeans with sma dimond studs going down one leg. The room walls were painted red and she had a coat rack with hats and purses covering it. They were all spunky and different. I also remember wearing a lime green sparkly top. She seemed to have a funky sort of style. Laundry covered all sides of the small room. The bed had really pale white green sheets and white and red
pillow covers and randomly colored quilts. the room was small and oddly shaped and had windows on all the sides.
It seemed very mysterious. I remember looking in to the mirror a few times and seeing a girl with brown hair and brown eyes her hair was long and her face held a frown I wonder why I was frowning. I think she is really out there now, alive.
Last year I studied First Nations and the Navajo's. The Navajo's believe in self projecting any of the medicine men can do it and people can be gifted with it. It is when the soul leaves the body. I may have done it once. Or it was just a dream. But I do not want to think of it again. If by any chance I did self project I do not wish to let myself at it again.

Contest

Well, for a fact I don't know if I want to enter this contest. The orthodox youth is having a writting/arts contest.
My Mom says I should enter. But I don't know if I should. I know I probably won't win. I am not a very talented person.
But I would like to get others opinions on this.

This

This day. And these words I have spoken are now part of me and who I am.
They stick like bread dipped in ocean. And bite like a cold wave after jumping in.
I do not know what comes on the path before me. And what lies by my feet when I am in bed.
Someone could be watching me waiting to take my life away. It makes sense. But not enough. In every area or state I am in my life there is a feeling that I have sometimes in my mind and sometimes in my stomach. Sometimes its joyful or sometimes its melancholy. When I feel the earth has been swept beneath my feet I wish I could be someone else. But I can't. We are stuck with what comes out.

My Sanity

Today, started out like your typical Saturday. I woke up at 11 and turned on the radio. And after forcing myself to get out of bed, at last; I spat my hair out of my face and let the day soak in, let my body sink in to the mattress one more time I got up. I went over and put my house coat on wraping the belt in a tight knot I left my room went in to the kitchen to snag a peice of cake and milk. Good breakfast. Got eggs in it ;). After that I left my plate up by the sink and left the kitchen. I got myself ready for the day; Shower, running a comb through hair, wash face etc. Next I went to the sunroom and turned on the fire place. I then watched a movie with Luke and went on the computer. Then Mom came home and we went to a dance show at my school and I met up with some friends and I sat with them. And we laughed and had a great time. Then I we walked home and here I am sitting her typing...

A

A short post full of wisdom is better than a post long and full of gray.
And seeing your letters apear on the page instead of constantly trying and seeing nothing form. Frustration.
And looking in to the mirror and seeing that your hair hardly tangled at all durning the night is better than waking up and running your hand through your hair and feeling your hand stop in an instant and a hard pull on your hair.
And clicking the mouse on your computer and having it go right to the website you wanted is better than waiting for what seems like hours for it to go to the site.
And being covered in friends is better than be shuved off in to the sidelines wishing a bus would come and pick you up.
And jumping in to a lake and taking your sweet time to come up is better than dropping and feeling suck to the bottom.

RED

Whats does one do??

What does one do when they feel as though 2 evil walls are caveing in upon them. What does one do when their heart feels its going to gush out in pain. What does one do when tears are running down their face and you can't think clearly, nor see.
Whats does one do when their eyes hurt so much from been burnt with water. What does one do when their face is sticky and stained with tears.

There is no real answer to this, except; Believe.

take a deep breath

There is always someone there for us. Even if they are gone. And you can't see them. There is always someone there for us. Always. God may be in heaven, the kingdom above. But he is always there for us. You can't know without trying. You always have someone by your side, even if they're not by your side. Sort of like if you want a thought but then you may not want to want to have that thought. That person that is always by your side is Christ. He is our deep breath. When we breath in a deep breath we should be breathing knowledge and relaxation, calmness and beauty. Grace will always be with us, by our side.
When we breath we breath in bits of him. He is inside us. Healing and forgiving us. He is the one who makes the sun pour in to your room. And the one who makes the heavenly rain fall.
The one who is always there for us, even if you can't see it.
Take a breath right now and try.









He is.

a bubble

Gum:
Pink, round, cute, puffed. Floating in it own pretty way till it deflates.

B Bath:

Shinny, has its own glass of color. Everyone of those shimmys has its own shin and shim.


Balloon:

Jumpy. Very strong. Has a bold color and seems to stretch as far as life can take it.


sauce when is boils:

Glumpy, mashy, steaming. A bubble of taste. floats around ready to be consumed


chocolate:

hmm hmm! Yummyness before your eyes! glosty smashing popping right there. Makes you feel eager.

timers

Sometimes, sometimes things just happen slowly. And sometimes things happen fast as the beat of my heart thumps in your ear. As you pound hard on the ground with your feet as you run in a race time passes. If you are walking home and then you decide to go another way your life changed just then; if you went another way you could have had a whole different experience. Your life could have been different in that time. Yes, time is a awkward thing, we know that its movin and groovin and we can't keep up with it. It's too good a dancer to compete with. The air rings above us as time flys...

pure

As it glugs...

As the sun dropped down on Madi and I as we walked outside. During our break for lunch. Outside. Madi and I. Sun glugging down. Mooing upon us. I looked over at Madi and her face was obviously made of pure gold drops. The wind brushed past us cointaining twinkles of shine. The drops of gold on the caked dirt on the ground reminded me of mustard on burnt toast. THe sun glowed on us and kept us warm under its golden and soft blanket.

You can't give up...

You can't give up no matter how hard the world is crushing you between the rocks in the earth. Or how much the devil is knocking you down. Or how many times you want to kill. Or when you have such a dry throat you are suprised you are still alive and then you think God is saving me! God is watching over me. He always shall.. He always will.. He always is..
And you can't take it for granted even when you feel plum delightful and you are sitting by the fire reading the best book ever.
Or if you were in bed and sinking in to your matress and having the good reminder of: I don't have to get up till 3 if I want surounding you. You must keep your head straight and watch what is before you. But we know god it up there too...

Watching

For My Father

4 jobs:

1. A Student Of THe Langley Fine Arts School. Been one since Gr.1.

2. Picking up the dogs poo ;). Not pleasant.

3.Being good to the people I love. Which, pray for me; I am not the best at always.

4.Pretending...

4 movies I could watch over and over...

1. The Lord Of The Rings 1, 2, 3..
2. Charade
3. Napolean Dynimate
4. The Perfect Man

4 places i've lived:

1. Walnut Grove: Town House. Many awful dreams about dying there. Odd.
2. Walnut Grove: House House. Yes, The house house. MAny kids were there. Many. Yet, they just didn't except me.
3. I would have to say No Comment.
!
4. Fort Langley: Gorgeous. As my Dad said; Groovey.



4 albums:

1. Fiest (Sarah Harmer)
2. Sarah Harmer (You were here)
3. The Beatles
4. Nelly Fortardo
+ Many more...


4 fiction writers:

1. Judy Blume (sticks with the soul. All of her books)
2. C.S Lewis (Have to agree with Dad on this one:).)
3. Beverly Clearly (I quite enjoyed some of her books)
4. All of the traveling pants books!

4 poets:

I have read lots of poetry. But I can not name any of the poets I have read.

4 Playwriters:

Again Can't recall...


4 non-fiction writers:

Well;

The National Geographic Magazines. Maybe not a writer, yet there are many great stories in those that are non-fiction... Right?

Diary Of Ann Frank

The Dictionary

The Bible


4 heroes:

1. Jesus Christ
2. A Friend
3. Thought
4. Frodo and Sam

4 vacations:

1. Disney World 2004.

2.Echo Lake ( Wonder if The Dog was NAmed after it..)

3.Chaunagen LAke.

4. St. Arseny's Summer Camp

4 foods:

1. Meat Loaf

2. Speg ;)

3. Sausages From the Fort Langley Bakery

4. Chinese Food

4 places i'd rather be:

1. In Bed
2. Running
3. Alone
4. hanging out with friends

4 sites:

1. badgerbadgerbadger.com
2. JKrowling.com
3. Blogger.com ;) ;)
4. photobucket.com

4 bloggers to whom i'm passing this burden:

1. Ave
2. Mag
3. Gabe
4. Myn

When you have nothing to do sip peach juice

Wise advice?
I think so. In fact I am sipping peach juice right now. Not much of any information, but I do think it is very powerful; sipping peach juice, hmm. Brings beautiful thoughts :) mmm. I like having a spinning head. When I have nothing to do I like to let my mind spin and spin while I am consuming peach juice. Spinning. I have many thoughts. I think its amazing how everyone in this world has worries and thoughts and loved ones of their own. I like that alot. More than I like peach juice. The fruity colorful flavorful liquid bounces down my throat. Sort of feels like I am throwing myself in to an ocean. Apples are fun too. They are a fun fruit. I have so many reasons why, that I don't have any reasons at all. When I was little and Mom and I would go to chapters I would always like to touch the pink, smooth, heavy books. I still like the idea of them. That reminds me of peachs too. I have always thought of peachs to be spunky and fresh, fluffy at times. Then again they are a graceful fruit; which sounds very odd. A graceful fruit. hmm. Beautiful, spunky... Peaches. Fruit.

don't leave me...

She might leave me. I don't want her to.
It's Avery's birthday today. I am so happy for her. But it makes me sad.
I can't believe it. 13. No. It feels for me the trees are growing and i'm just the pond staying there. bubbling away.
Shr's growing up. I'm not. It feels so much like that some times. And it makes me cry. I feel awful when I do. Cause its so happy that she is growing up. I'd miss her by my side if she took off so far. It went from this:

4-6: We were always together. We would stay up till 2 when we were at each others house's. The New Years party that year we had a contest; whoever statyed up the latest won. We would keep ourselfs awake till talking about barbies *grin*. Ave won. =D

7-9= She would always have funny stories to tell. She would always keep me laughing and still does. She was almost perfect. No one is perfect. But it seemed like it. She is beautiful, Smart, Funny.


10-12= Always was there for me. I knew I could tell her anything. She was huggable and laughable. Still is. We talked and talked. We would goof off. We went through mess ups. And parties. Hard things, sad things, happy things.



I don't want to loose her.

To be a princess

When I was... Well every girl goes through the stage where she wants to be a princess more than anything else. Beautiful, Charming, and the long dresses. I used to always want to wear a dress and fancy shoes. Yep that was me. Not just me every little girl I know goes through that stage. Just like everyone goes through the cootie stage ;). You wanted to dance wear skirts and twirl and swirl. Have long cozy hair. And be a princess. Just be a princess. Twinkley eyed and bouncy personallity she is already her own princess inside she just can't see it. Then you grow a bit older and are not as graceful anymore. You like to wear dresses still but they get in the way with rolling in the mud. So you ditch the gowns and the princess that you were dreaming of and move on to pants, pink sweats and children's yoga pants. Then sweats aren't cool anymore when you hit middle school and you wear jeans and slacks and all the other pants you can think of, (still yoga and sweats do stick to the soul;). Yes it changes and the princess changes. But as soon as you choose your princess she'll always be there for you and look out for you, and accept you in every way.


No matter what you wear.

gym

I love gym.
And I love my big, huge gym class, so many people. Every class at gym we have to start at different bases and then we one of the instructors shouts out a counts down while we prepare are last preparations. And then we shoot out among the gym pounding the floor with our runners and bluring the room with our shorts. Each time we get to our starting point we grab a stick. That stands for a lap around the huge gym. When time is up you count out you sticks and you find out how many laps you ran. Today I did 15 laps. I hope to do more next time, thats not nearly enough for me, I know next time I can do more. I started out with 10 then I moved up to 11 and now I am 15! Yay! I was very proud but some people didn't believe me. But I know I did it.

Black

Why is that color so unlikeable?
I love that color in fact its my favorite color to wear. I'm no goth. But I do like darker colors, only because I hate drawing attention to myself. Black for a fact is a very nice color, there are many nice things that are blacl let me name a few;
The beautiful midnight sky, cozy cotton and wool sweaters, black kittens, black slacks, coffee without cream, dogs wet noses.And much much more! But black can be a scary color too, well, a unlikeable color anyway. But I don't even want to name things that are black unlikeable things cause most of those things are signs for evil. Lots of goths used to go to my school but all of them graduated. Which is odd it was like a whole grade of goths. I can't think of why people would want black lipstick but thats what they want, thats what they do.

9 days

Gosh only 9 more days till Avery Jordan's Birthday. She was born on the 29th of Janurary. I was born on the 29th also but in a different month. I believe Jonah is celebrating his birthday tonight as I type. Avery said she may not be having a party once again since her grades are not quite improved yet. She is disapointed about that, as she had to cancel her party last year. Well I just want to let everyone know, Ave's birthday is coming up.

Just be..

Just be who you think you are and maybe, just maybe, you might be excepted..

Summer

Let the sun beat down on to your mind and refelect a beam of gold on your chest.
Warm rain falls on to your bare arms and legs as you walk up the hill that seemed so heavy in winter. You let yourself fall on to the water as you stand on the dock let your body sink through the air till you soak in to the ocean and feel light and glowy. Sitting on the sand which seems beautifuly white and dull. Let yourself suck in to the sand and melt in to it by the sun. Let drops of sun tip and tap your face as you put on your cap. Feel the summer air woosh past you as you climb out of the pool and feel warm whirls of water as you jump back in, opening your eyes for a dash and see bubbles bubbling around you. open the front door and find the sun greeting yo to another summer day you walk up past the driveway and start with a slow to fast pace and then take off running down your street air running with you through your tee and past you and then another wall of fresh air fallows. Wear sneakers and sandals, and relax on the cloudy days and drink soft drinks. Walk through your block in shorts and feel wind sleep and sneak in to you. Just feel, Summer.








RED

no funky monkey for me:(

Not that I didn't get in I was supposed to try out today.
This morning I hadn't been feeling well, nor the day before today. Well math class came and it got much worse; my head ached and ached. Then my stomach flipped, the teacher excused me from class as I walked down the classroom everything seemed to spin and then everything went weird my friends sounded like elephants and I felt like I was gonna hurl so I walked as fast as I could to the bathroom it came up but I had to gulp it back down. I turned in to the office and asked for the phone I dialed my number as fast as possible feeling desperate, it was busy! I dialed my Mom's cell no answer! I dialed my grandparent's number no answer! I was gonna to die I thought; I'm going to die. Than I relaxed I leaned back on to the couch. I wanted to fall asleep. THan it csmp to me; I'm not going to try out. I can't be in the talent show...

from smart to stupid and stupid to smart

There are many smart things only stupid people would do. Say a stupid person is perchasing somthing at the store, the clerk asks for half of ten bucks please . Stupid person only has a ten dollar bill, stupid person takes out their ten dollar bill and happily rips it in half. Stupid person gives clerk half the ten dollar bill and smiles like they just did the most intellegent thing ever.
Now that person is just plain stupid, yet it was a smart idea. If I am not getting my point straight here is another example:
Stupid person's mother asks them a favor; "SP I want you mow the lawn today. Just half the grass though, I don't want it to be much too different". Stupid person is feeling quite lazy today. And understands his mother completly who would want all of their grass cut off? Stupid person mows the lawn but only half the yard. Just as she asked. stupid person olny mowed half the property. This person is stupid also. Yet not as stupid. He could have miss understood her. Very well, yet who could be so stupid to think somebody would want their lawn to be uneven?

Smart to stupid.

Stupid to smart.

Funky Monkey

The funky Monkey is coming up.

The Funky Monkey is a talent show that is at our school twice a year. I have been trying out since I was in grade 1.
I have always loved the funky monkey just because it gives everyone a chance to really show what they are in to. I was in the Funky Monkey in grade one and I danced to a song from Shrek with a group of friends and in grade 2 when me and the same group of buds tried out we were well awful but we got another chance and we were great! once again we made it in, we danced to soak up the sun by Sharol Crow. It was tons of fun, as the year before we had a theme; surfing. We made surf boards which most of my friends still have them after all these years. And we had jump ropes and sun screen, bathing suits on. Grade three I did not make it in. I forget what i tried to do though. In grade 4 I did not get in, I tried doing a dance routine with a frined and we weren't practiced up enough. Plus they thought the music was to long, or somthing of that sort long time ago and I dont quite remember. I think in grade 3 I tried making a fun dance full of action with a friend named Jada. But we forgot our music and we didn't move around alot.

Well I hope to make it in this year. I'll be sure to let you guys know how it went:D.

RED

rain

I love rain, when its in the summer I love it, warm air and cool rain pouring down your chest.
One of the most amazing experience I have had was to be able to run through the rain. Thats it, just romp and romp through the water that slides through the air and on to you. I want to dance inn the rain. And I don't care if I get phenomena because its a gift from god to have your dream come true. I just want to dance and run, and bounce and squeal with joy. Fall back and let the water bring you in to its world. Let your wet hair down and lean so far back that your head touches the wet ground, and you feel beautiful. Not because your wearing tons of makeup, not because you are wearing the latest style or the popular girl commented on your looks today. Because your you, because the wet outside of me becomes soft and lets the insides soak out of you.



RED

Wake up on a saturday night

When I wake up I feel different depending on where I am, if I am at camp I feel: Good more time to have a blast. Oh and not to mention 5 more minutes? If I am at home I feel: Nope this is a dream, I am not awake yet...back to sleep....*yawn*. If I am at a friends slumper party: Well lets just say nobody lets me sleep in *grr*. I hate waking up, I mean I guess I am sometimes happy, I don't want to sleep forever. I just want time to not worry just time to lie down, a break from the world. I am not like I am when I am writing it seems as though that person I am when I am sleeping comes alive and jumps out and shows that i am different in thw world. That may not make any sense to anyone but me... I hate waking up in the middle of the night now that kills. I can never get back to sleep. Well sometimes, happens alot when i am at a place besides home in the summer. Camp happened once or twice and then when I spent part of the summer at my grandparents I woke up in the night about three times I was there.
Sleeping is easy for me. i just have to choose the time to do it:)

Who said Girly was Bad

Everybody at my school doesn't want to be 'girly' or whatever their idea of girly is anyway.
What their idea of girly is I don't know, but I don't think it is very good anyway. If someone at my school was thought of as a 'girly-girl' they would immediately stand up for herself, many of the girls prove they are not girly in many different ways. They would say I take soccer oh and basketball too! Or they would say I am not! Or some people toss it right back and say well you are too! I remember years ago when Avery, Esme and I used to have li'l fights about that, one of us would bring up the subject when we were playing barbies and Avery would stand up right away knocking over the barbie house I had created and say: "I am a Tom-boy and you guys are Girly-girls!" Then esme would disagree right away and say: "But avery I am a tom-boy too." Then Avery would be like: "No, no your a girly-girl just like Hannah!" "Then i would start getting mad and be like: "How would you know which one I am!?" Avery would say "Because we are best friends! Do you think I would not know?!" then Esme would step in again and say: "Well I don't think I am a girly-girl!" Avery: "YES! you are! I am the only Tom-Boy here right now!"

And it would go on and on. I think its dumb now. Girly is cool, If you are a girl that is:D.
Pink, glitter, fancy, funky, spunky, cute. Girly. A skirt is so called girly.

Who cares?

Bring it on...

Have you ever been skipping through the radio and then you stop and there you have the perfect song, and from that moment on your always begging for the radio station to turn in on. Or the complete difference? Your skipping through the radio in your car and then you stop and you think What is this? Music? Ugh! Well both of them has happened to me:D
I think that it is part of going insane, some people think this is just a riot and you think DRY when you hear it. Insane I tell you.
I love being insane, insane. Hmmm good ol' insane. Most people think blue is cold and red stands for hot, I disagree labels ugh! ugh! ugh!! Who wants to label things. We are so labeled who ever thought of this!? I think you should label yourself, if you want to be labeled that is:D I hate being labeled well we are all labeled its life. *Sigh* Label Life, I don't want to be labled but I am. Labeled with an awful age labeled with a grade labeled with..oh so many things. Life just isn't worth it:D

Enjoy life, don't waste it on labels or "the friend/popular game".

RED

Swing...creeeeaaak...push...swing.....creeeeak...push..

Some one I know deep inside loves to swing.

She went up to the swing even though she knew her break would be over in a few minutes and mounted the swing and she pushed her chuck taylors in to the ground and threw her head back feeling the breeze flow through every hair on her skull. She felt god was with her. She knew god was with her. Every thing went silent except for her and the swing which sang: creak creak creak. And her sneakers pushing in to the ground. She reached back and ruffled her bun making all her hair fall out. She swung back and forth. She could feel all the air and magic in the world with her. She was a star of many stars but glowing through the glass. She let go of the swing and felt air push her back and forth. She stopped pushing against the ground and stopped to a tap. For those seconds it was as though she felt as though she was relaxed and floating.
Then she grunged her feet in to the ground again and flowed a few secounds again, glowing and flowing.
She tapped the ground once more before jump off the swing and landing...

That some one is me:).

Perfect

No perfect. No! No! No!
No one is perfect when will man kind get to know that!?
I just can't believe some people think and show that they are "perfect" no one is perfect.
No man is perfect I mean. God I think is perfect. Man is not perfect.

I hope some one realize this before the earth is dust.

OoBubblesOo

I think that bubbles are so cool:D
I mean they are ful of shine and color, and they make the coolest pop sound!
You can get them in flavor so they are edible. You can get them so they can't be popped.
I want a bubble machine. You could have it spin and spin and make bubbles. Fill your room with bubbles!
Bubbles are cool.

Tomorrow

Song lyrics
The sun'll come out
Tomorrow
Bet your bottom dollar
That tomorrow
There'll be sun

Just thinkin' about
Tomorrow
Clears away the cobwebs,
And the sorrow
'Til there's none

When I'm stuck with a day
That's gray,
And lonely,
I just stick out my chin
And grin,
And say,
Oh

The sun'll come out
Tomorrow
So ya gotta hang on
'Til tomorrow
Come what may

Tomorrow
Tomorrow
I love ya
Tomorrow

You're always
A day away

When I'm stuck with a day
That's gray,
And lonely,
I just stick out my chin,
and grin,
and say,
Oh

The sun'll come out
Tomorrow
So ya gotta hang on 'til
Tomorrow
Come what may

Tomorrow
Tomorrow
I love ya
Tomorrow

You're always
A day away

Tomorrow
Tomorrow
I love ya
Tomorrow

You're always
A day away

-FROM: Annie

Milk and a brownie

Milk and a brownie fit together just as well as a baby and a rattle do. A girl couldn't sleep, she got out of bed in her pajamas and socks and walked across the cold wood floor. She meets the ktchen in a instant and opens the fridge feeling the cold smooth breeze on her face. She looks around, nothing much. And takes a brownie out of the tin. She brings it slowly up to her lip and her front teeth bite in to the square of fudge. She craves another desire, milk. She opens the fridge again and takes out the milk, humming a tune she walks on her socked covered feet to the counter and takes a clear glass off the shelf. She pours the thick white drink in to the glass watching as it falls like a waterfall. She takes it satisfied and brings the brownie once again up to her lip to feed. She then walks to her room and sits down and drinks her milk, just a sip, but a big sip. Satisfied with the taste she eats the rest of her brownie in greed and drinkd her milk down to the bottom. With milk on her face and fudge free she walks on her socked covered feet once again to her computer. And writes a post about it.

Mom I know your not happy with me for eating in my bedroom but, no mess:)

A little more from RED

Hello,

I am going to get my hair done differently in feb. I am going to dye it and get it cut differently.
I saw the style in a magazine, its cool. I won't be red anymore of course:( but still the name sticks:)
My hair will be all sorts of colors but not *colorful* I mean blonde, brown, black, dirty blonde, etc.
It'll be interesting of course if I don't like it, I can change it around a bit play with the hair style and all and some red dye to it? Uh, no I don't think so. But still its gonna be cool:)

I just woke up a few hours ago I miss out on most of the day. Nice. I am still in my Pj's *grin* it seems thats all I wear, pajamas.
Except when Mom tells me to go put jeans on or "Real pants". I wear pajamas. I'm writing another story, its about two girls and the one girl meets the other girls best friend on the phone, don't ask how that happens I don't want to give it away. Lets just say she gets the wrong number:). And then a girl moves next door to the girl with the wrong phone number, and the girl that got the wrong number is shocked because the girl she had met on the phone said her best friend was Pen Prom and was moving from NY to BC. The girl that moved next door turns out to be Pen Prom from NY. The two girls become friends instantly and Pen shows Blue that life is ok even if you have a weird name. Their friendship is as solid as stone. Then a terrible thing happens, and Pen needs Blue to show her some strength now. The story is called: Strength that was shared.

Well thats it for now,

RED

Harry Potter

Has anyone seen it?

It is a awsome flick, I loved it I really want to see it a few more times.
I own all of them up to the 3rd movie, but thats as far as they've got right? Not including the 4th movie that is.

S.C

Even though I don't believe. I believe in this poem.

Of course there is a Santa
I am sure we all agree
No matter if you are one hundred
or a babe of only three

To gaze up into the sky
and see Santa fly away
what a thrill it would be,
it would really make your day

For days and days the children
are as excited as can be
How their eyes light up
as they look at the decorated tree

They go shopping with their parents
just hoping they will see
Santa in the store
so they can sit upon his knee

As Santa asks them
"what would you like me to bring to you?"
the little children answer
"bring gifts to all the other children too."

The big night is finally here
It is so hard to get to sleep
so if you hear a Ho, Ho, Ho
get quietly up and take a little peek

Of course there is a Santa
I'm as sure as I can be
Santa brought a "special" gift
All of my internet friends to me

There Really Is A Santa!!!
I believe, I believe, I believe,
Don't You?

Sarah & her sister

Sarah was a stubborn girl. And for a 9 year old she seemed as though she was 12. She had her best friend who was 12; friends at school were just leaving the school since they were in gr.7. Sarah found it awfully hard to make friends they same age as her. Sarah had a sister that was 13 and a brother that was 7 Mickey and Jay. She was closest to Mickey no doubt since it seemed as though they were only a year apart. Jay was hardly ever home because he had so many friends that he was constantly going to birthday parties. Sarah knew a lot of things people in her class didn’t know. Not because she was way smarter but because she was in to different things. She had dropped Barbie’s as soon as she had seen a magazine. She stopped wearing yoga pants as soon as she saw sweats.
She stopped wearing nightgowns as soon as she saw pajama pants. And it was all because of Mickey. She looked up to Mickey. Mickey let Sarah play with her friends and her. Then one day Mummsie and Dad asked Sarah why she never hung out with people her age and Sarah didn’t know what to say so she burst out in to tears and ran away. Mickey put down her magazine and asked, “What year was Sarah born in Dad?” “1993” Dad answered “WHAT! But its 2005 now so she would be 12! How could you get your daughter so wrong no wonder she acts so much older and looks so much older too”, Mummsie looked horrified “How could you?” she asked Dad “how do you think she is gonna take this?” I’d go tell her…” Mickey started “but its your mistake you will have to go through the amount of screaming there is going to be, you started it after all. Now if you excuse me I would like to go for a walk. I am not to keen on hearing the racket that is going to come from my dear sisters mouth.” “Thanks your some help.” Dad said, “She is right you know, we made the mistake we have to let her know how old she really is.” Mickey was getting her coat on and left the house. Sarah had always thought Mickey was the most beautiful person she had ever seen. Long black hair, thick eyebrows, and flaming green eyes that was like lasers, which glowed. She usually
Wore black shirts and jeans. Sarah was lying on her bed with her blonde hair spread out and her deep dark brown, huge eyes shut. She was also beautiful. Just did not see it.

“Sarah” Mummsie said “Sarah!” Dad shouted. “Listen to us! Right away!”
Sarah opened her eyes, looking as huge and beautiful as ever. “Mummsie, Dad” she said with a nod “you have my attention” “You were born in 1993 correct?” Dad asked. “Very sir” she said. “Have you given much thought to that?” Mummsie asked “No” Sarah answered; her father gave her a sharp look. “Ma’am” she finished. “Well if you do the math correctly, you are 12”. Mummsie finished.

“Why didn’t you tell me this before?” Sarah said full of rage, “We didn’t know until now,” Mummsie explained. “Oh” Sarah said still confused but didn’t want to go on with the most odd convocation she had ever experienced. She flipped over so her mother would know that the answer was no to dinner. “C’mon Sarah have some dinner” Mummsie said “muffsluf” Sarah mumbled “I guess I should take that as a no” Mummsie said indeed” Sarah said. “Ok well I will send Mickey in here to talk to you when she gets back if you want?” “Back? Where was she?” Sarah asked “Oh! She went for a walk” “yeah? Why?” “Oh umm she just wanted to.” “Yeah…you can send her in.” With that Mummsie walked out and in to the kitchen. A few seconds later Mickey walked in. “ridiculous eh?” she asked, “Yeah…I’m kind of actually insulted by it…” “Well, no kidding they were lets see…3 years off, harsh” “it’s a harsh world” Sarah replied. “Well vacation starts tomorrow, we can get back at them then can’t we☺?” Mickey joked.

“So…what’s all this about a walk?” Sarah said and gave her sister a tickle. Mickey didn’t answer. “What about school? Are you going to continue grade 4 or move up to grade 7?” “I don’t know. I am clueless really I don’t know what is to come of me.” “Something good” Mickey said “No matter what I swear” “hah.” Mickey took out wish dust she had picked up from Dust’s Dollar on her walk. “Make a wish” she told Sarah and close your eyes tight! ☺” “Ok” Sarah said. And she wished inside her head: I wish I could be in grade 7 just like all my friends, yet look much more mature as well. Before you knew it Sarah’s eyes became even more beautiful and big, and she was wearing a pink fluffy mini skirt and a white blouse with nametag saying: Hello I am Sarah Baxter a senior at New York school elementary☺. Sarah was so happy she looked over at her self in the mirror. She was wearing lip-gloss and looked much older. She looked over at Mickey she wrapped her arms around her and said thank you. Sarah started to cry because she was so happy and thankful she had such a lovely sister. “Love you” she said.

And she always did.

Trick

Kate didn’t want to work. She just wanted to be normal; Kate didn’t want to be a farm girl. She wanted to stop skipping school. “Katie!” Mrs.Xtan called. “Don’t forget to milk the cows! I’m going to work” “yes Ma’am” Kate replied. Kate hated it when people call her Katie she just liked plain Kate. As usual Kate didn’t do her work. She ate breakfast and went to school. Her brother who was 17 named Nicholas, yet shortened it to Nick always was the first up and her sister Pennie who was 14 was just getting up. Pennie was always the last one up. Pennie had also changed her name to Jen. But as always Ma’am never called us by are shortened names just other family members and friends called us by that. Jen came in to the room as Kate was leaving the house, as usual Jen would act as if she thought Kate was outside doing her work. Kate was the youngest of the 3 Xtan children she was 13 and had to do all the work in the farm. It wasn’t always like that. When Nick was born father had to do all the work. Then Father had to go to war. And was killed. By then Nick was 6 and was capable of doing work he was counted on doing all the work in the farm. He loved school so he would sneak out of the house and go to school and then when he came home from school he would do all the work. And would not get back in to the house till dinner. Ma’am would always ask him where he had been up to he would always say: “oh… just doing some extra chores that’s all.” Yet Nick would hardly ever get any homework done. After dinner he would usually go to bed and stay up till 1:45 doing homework. And then get a 5-hour sleep and start the day over. Jen was only 3 then but he was so close to her. Yet and as soon as Jen was 6 she started doing all the work and Nick would go to school. Nick told her his trick since Jen also enjoyed school. But Jen didn’t have to stay up till 1:45 doing homework, since she had her big bro to help her. Who had already completed these assignments 3 years ago. Then when Jen was 7 Kate was born and as well when Kate was 6 she had to do the work and Jen and Nick passed down the trick Nick had created years ago. Kate still was doing the work. And Ma’am separated from her second husband yesterday. Ma’am was a beautiful woman she had crimped blonde hair and beautiful think eyelashes and streaks in her hair. Beautiful lush lips that seemed always red and natural. Her cheeks as rosy as a real rose its self and eyes that glowed as the dew on the grass does in the early morn.
Ma’am never knew of this trick. No one ever planed to tell her.
Jen never ate breakfast she would drink water. Sucking on an orange was as far as she ever got for breakfast. Except for when she was a baby when Ma’am chose out everything for her. Every child in the Xtan family was to be home by 5 so no one really could stay as late as their friends did in school. Or go to a friend’s house. Ma’am was usually home by 7 and left in the morning at 7 so she was gone for a good 12 hours a day and 7 of them were spent for the kids in school. So when Kate came home each day she would have 5 hours to do her work. When Kate came home the next day the phone rang Kate picked up. “Moo” said the person. Kate knew right away that it was the nurse from the school. She always made fun of the Xtan family because they lived on a farm and were farm kids. You might think it is kind of odd how a grown woman would make fun of you. The nurse was in fact not a woman she was a student. A top A+ student in nurse school who was 15 her name was Clara. “Yes Clara” Kate said with a sigh. “Your sister came in sick today and she started to cough up blood and she is not feeling to well in her stomach either. We sent her to the hospital. They just called now to say she is suffering from breast cancer”
“Wha.wha.wha.” Kate said. “I am sorry Moo girl but that’s the story” Clara said. “Well you should past this message on to your ‘rents and you should go to the hospital to visit her. She said she knows about “the work” but she has a plan. And Nick is to be contacted as well.” “He is…at school” Kate managed to spit out. “Uh are you ok Moo girl? You don’t sound…good”. “I am fine can you tell Nick to meet me at the hospital?” “I will do so,” Clara said. Kate to young to drive was hopeless. She had not realized that before.
She might as well just do her work Kate thought. So she went outside and did her work but fast very fast it only took her 3 hours. She had to do these three things. This is her Monday job list: Mow the lawn, weed the veggie garden, milk the cow, feed the horse and the chickens, clean the stable, wash the car. An awful lot but she got it done. And then she called the hospital. “Hello you’ve reached your city hospital how can we help you?” “My sister!” Kate burst out and then started bawling, “sorry ma’am I can’t understand you?” “My sister is in the hospital with breast cancer” “And what’s her name dear?” “Pennie Xtan” Kate wetly replied “Ok dear you can come visit her anytime now, yet we do have some one named Nicholas visiting her at the moment and we are waiting for some one by the name of Katie” “That’s ME!” Kate sobbed out.
“Oh well then” the lady said “come on over☺” “but I can’t you see” Kate bursted “I am much to young to drive!!!” “Oh! Well then” the lady started “I could contact some one who could give you a lift? “Nicholas” Kate mumbled, “ok I will tell him, does he know the address?” “He lives with me!” Kate shouted. “Ok dear I will contact him…goodbye dear” “bye” Kate said and hung up.

Kate went in to her room to change out of her sweaty and grimy clothes. She took off her overalls and t-shirt and put on one of her jean skirts and a sweater.
She put on some deodorant so she wouldn’t greet Jen with a dirty smell.
When Nick came to the house he honked his horn and Kate leaped out of
The house and ran to him. Nick had gotten out of the car and Kate got to him she threw herself in to her brothers arms. Nick said “its not that bad really” “oh! Nick” Kate said “cancer? Really, Nick its awful!” And Kate started to bawl some more “oh Kate! Do stop at once! Once you see her you would hardly think she has anything at all” “but its on the inside Nick” Kate said. How could her brother be so silly Jen could die and would he care Jen the one he passed his trick on to. Jen the one who was there for him when ever he needed to talk to someone Jen the one who he was always closest to. “Jen!” she yelled “how could this happen?” “Even worse what will mother say?” “Oh I am sure it’ll be fine but as long as you got the work done she won’t be as upset “yes I got the work done what do you think I was doing for the last 3 hours of the stupid day!?”
“Oh for gosh sake how would I know?” “Well you got the work done way quicker than I ever did” “well Nick you probably did a splendid job every time!” “Not every time” “well I surely didn’t this time” “obviously” Nick said as they turned in to the parking lot of the hospital. As soon as they went in the signed in at the front desk and they were took to Jen’s room Nick give the nurse Ma’am’s work number so Ma’am could get the shocking news. Kate felt awfully sorry for her. Imagine getting a casual phone call from some one you don’t know and that stranger telling who your daughter is on the stage of death? How awful!



When Kate walked in the room she found Jen lying there with blood all over her shirt (from coughing it up) and she was reading a magazine with blood covering the page she was desperately trying to read. Kate felt sorry for her. “Jen.” Kate said. “Jen.” Kate said again “Oh hey Kates” “what’s up?” “What do you think is up?! I am about to die in a few days!” Jen screeched she was obviously sad and mad she was on her deathbed. That did it Kate was so sorry for her she started yelling and screaming she fell to the floor and screamed and kicked and swore and yelled at god! It made her so mad and sad! Nick was looking at her in aw. But Kate didn’t care if the nurse came rushing in and swore to god she thought Kate was going mad. “Kate! Good lord! I know your upset but could you please take it down!” Nick said calmly” “HOW? HOW CAN YOU ACT SO SMART!?”
“SHE, SHE IS DEAD!” Kate screamed, “She is already gone” “she is gone she is not Jen anymore!!!” With that Nick started to sob he was so sad to see his two only sisters in such great pain. Then at that moment Mrs. Xtan walked in. She was horrified to see her three children Screaming in pain and agony she screamed: “THESE ARE NOT MY CHILDREN WHAT…IS GOING ON??? DO TAKE THIS AS SOME KIND OF JOKE?” she yelled to the nurse “no ma’am the names of these children are Nicholas, Katie and what…of left of Pennie” “NO! No, this can’t be! My beautiful brave girl almost dead?” Let me talk to them She walked over to her first child “Nicholas.” She said smoothly he did not reply. There you see he did not reply he is not my son. These are not my daughters” “oh! But they are!” the nurse said “Take Nick and Katie leave Pennie here”

And she did. “Now what was that all about Nick?’

“Don’t you understand?” Nick asked her “Ma’am Pennie is dieing she went to the nurse’s office today and…she started to cough up blood and she was feeling sick to her stomach. So they sent her to the hospital and there she is now dying from breast cancer they aren’t doing anything they said they have more important things to work on, and that…that…she has no chance of living!” And he started to whimper and then the tears started to roll. “Oh Nick! Do stop!” “Jen” he said sadly “Why does this have to happen to her?!”



The next morning the kids stayed home from school. And Ma’am went to work.


There was phone call saying Jen was dead.

Ma’am still doesn’t believe it.

life:)

I wish everyone could be beautiful. Then more people would be happy☺
☺☹ That is life the rollercoaster of life. Okay here we go through the baby hill…and whoa! Here we go up the mountain of love and here we go in to the depressed area etc etc etc or the shampoo sample. I love life. Life is such a gift. And it’s not like those kinder surprises your grandma’s friend used to bring you when you were five.


Watch how you use it.

Yes please

Yes please is politer than what

No thank you is better than NO WAY!

Soft is better than hard


Cumfy is better than uncumfy

Slim is better than fat

Yum is better than gross

My dream for Christmas morn

An idog.

Try this!

http://www.northpole.com/

Go there for:


You can track santa to see where he is on Christmas eve, hah!

And you can tallk to santas elfs on the computer llike messenger its funny!

Childhood Love

Lumpy, lumpy, lumpy bumpy Pop Pow. Catchoot!

This is what a car sounds like that needs: A better engine.
When we were driving to the White Spot for dinner I was thinking about my book. I am writing a book but then the computer had to have some work done on it so I had to stop writing it. I haven’t gotten back to it yet. I hope its not gone *fingers crossed*. Who here is happy? And who is sad?
Me? mixed feelings always! Amazing darlin don’t ya’ll think? Well I don’t its awfully harsh. I was thinking when I was a little kid *sigh*. Luke and I would Take all are blankets and bring them downstairs and make a “Hamster house”, and we would pretend we were hamsters. My name was….oh umm Scrubby I think and oh! Yes…Luke’s name was….uh…was..Hamy! Yes Hammy! Good times! Oh I just remembered that silly game I made up when I was oh, six or so called: Happy Kitty It should be sad kitty but it was fun well it was then at least. It is a 2-player game but you can play it with more I suppose.
Anyhow some one would stand on the sofa/chair and chant “happy kitty, happy kitty, happy kitty” over and over, and then out of nowhere they would jump off the sofa/chair and try and grab the kitty aka Hannah/Luke. And the wrestling matches, yes old twin wrestles. Whenever we got hit hard instead of blurting out “Luke hit me” or “Hannah punched me in the face!” we would play dead hah! It was a funny sight but we never fell for it. And in the summer races around the house barefoot of course! All the way around!
The old house. So many memories there, we don’t live there anymore moved this summer. I grew up there to what I am now.

I never thought of it till now.

Life♧♡☀☁☺☹✐✔✖ < this is life to some people

Life is not about making friends, its about enjoying. Don't play the game: Make as many friends as possible. You don't want some one to get more than you? I don't play that game I enjoy life. I be myself and let them come to me, on the other hand if everyone was like that you would have like no friends. I figured somthing out friends is spelled: Fry-ends, so think of them like this they're your fry ends. You need them there to complete you because they're your ends, yet they are fryed so you can't have alot of them.


Talents, goals, ℜewards. Life is not about that.

Life. Life is about God.

bumbum

I am such a lazy bumbum. I am still in my PJ's and as soon as I get up in the morning I go back to bed. And on the first day of school last year I got up got dressed etc. And then I went to sleep, a few hours later lukes waking me up saying its time to go to school (.) (.) E-gad! I have a very hard time keeping my space clean. I am lazy in school (only I repeat ONLY! somtimes). Here are some of the things I enjoy doing just to prove I am lazy:). I enjoy sleeping in, reading, listening to my radio. Watching TV,
Sitting by the fire place, a little shopping every now and then (oh! and when I do go I buy as much as possible ;). I am a lazy bum as you can see. I can see it, if can't lean in to the screen a little more so you can see, now open your eyes like this: (.) (.).
I just wanted an excuse to do: (.) (.) (hehe). Anyhow, I am lazy. It's my sin. Have you figured out what your top sin is?


Truly lazy,

RED

soft

Soft can be anything


fluffy can be anything

Everything can seem unfluffy when it is fluffy

Soft can be different in anybodys eyes.

A stick could be soft.

Or a kleenex

It really depends on what type of eye you've got

Soft is a really unpredictble thing

Soft, fluffy

fluffy, soft

FInd out what type of eye you've got

Its best for you

No one is commenting so far. For 3 days. Makes me sad:(

A quiz! Take it! please

Hi guys!

I feel like typing. So here I am typing.
Here is a quiz I want you too take. Print it out if you have a printer and if you don’t. Then copy and paste the questions in a comment, and answer them. Here it is:

What is your favorite holiday? __________Why? _________________________________


If you could have your dream friend what would they be like, what would they look like?


Eyes: ___________________________




Nose:___________________________


Hobbies:

Would they have a sense of humor?
Yes. No______


What color hair would they have would it be natural or dyed? __________________________


Why did you choose this answer? ____________________________



Would they be skinny or fat? Dark skin tone or light skin tone? __________________

_________________________________________________________



Back to you, what is your favorite type of socks for an example answer: Ankle socks and padded.___________________

Why do you like these socks? _____________________


Do you think you have good balance/posture?__________________

What is your favorite clothing item to wear?_____________________________


Describe your favorite outfit:____________________________________________________

_______________________________________________________________________________


What is your favorite clothing line?_______________________


What is your favorite item of clothing to look at only?______________________________

Why only?_____________________________

______________________________________



Thanks for taking the quiz!

Your till ice screams, RED


Any comments about the quiz? Name them here!______________________________________

______________________________________________________________________________________


If you are going to print this please let me know on a comment and post the answers on your blog. So I can see them of course.

Ba®bie

She is a childs idol. Not the best really. Slim, skimpy, dumb blonde. I have no clue why toy makers or whatever we call them these days made her. She doesn't give a good impression about blondes:( She seems very vain, yet full of glamore and beauty. She is made in so many different forms nowadays but she still has the sameslim body. She can givepeople the impression: If you wanna look like me stop eating and you'll be as slim and petite as me *dimple, dimple*. Well that is awful. Yet on the other hand she is just a doll, a harmless doll. She can look different to people in different eyes.

Same with us.

Just ot back and...ow!

I had an awsome time snowboarding!

Owww! I am sooo stiff. My Butt is killing me! I love it you just cruise along. Speedy. Thats me, Speedy. I bet all of my family is gonna post about it. The wipe outs kill but it is so much fun.

The pull rope, OWWWWW! My poor poor brother. Luke went to the pull rope grabbed on and...WHAM! Luke was flying through the air and landed on the snow. I have to say the same thing happened to moi. It hurts, but you get used to flying within 4-5 times of it. But pro's can just grab on and have a fun ride up the mountain. There were so many little kids that could cruise up the slope..*sigh*. But I am good at the snowboarding part of it. Here is a picture of me, yet its not the best:)

long

I wonder what life is like to other people.
Everyone looks at life differently.
As a gift, torture, magical, happy, sad, fun etc.
I look at it as...well I can't answer that question..yet.
I guess I could say a shampoo sample, but its not quite right.
I got back from dance I'd say ohh...about a while ago.
Look at this simbol: @. Hehe some people at school call it the "shaw sign", I actually
find that quite funny.
Look at the eyes: (.) (.).

Cool eh?
I am going snowboarding tomorow. Another family adventure. *Sigh* I don't enjoy them as much as I did when I was a little kid.
Family is family not friends, family=friends, no they're family. Yet, times can be fun with the rents and Luke.
Snowboarding sounds fun though, my first time. Yike! I am nervous but happy.
Yoga pants. I want a darker pair, I have violet and blue but I am not a big fan of colorful clothes. I hate drawing attention to myself.
Coffee. I am starting to like it. Infact I like it alot it is...good? I don't know how to describe it.
My brother however: Takes a sip *choke* *gulp* "yumm...good..?".
Tree up.
Presents stacked.
Fire burning.
Stockings up.
These are signs that Christmas is among us. *Grin*.

Red

I should probley post on HOLIDAY, but this pic is hilarious!

Haha. The title of this picture is: The Greedy Dog. I love it.
It is so...different. Funny, humorus, well it is interesting. If not funny but, I like it.


RED

A girls so called best friend. Though I would say your best friend is your best friend.

boogie baby

Dancing. It isn't a sissy sport that people show off in. Dance is just as inportant as say..hockey. There are champion ships in dance, there are trophies, parties, awards etc etc. Dance is a big part of are lives we dance at parties, when we are happy, for no reason. We can dance because thats the way we show others that we feel this way or that.


Dance is huge, there are so many awards you can get for doing an lovely job. There are thousands of dance studios in the world. Girls and boys all over earth want to learn different types of dance. I have my Hip-Hop class tonight.

Dance is a sport not a silly little kid fun thing.


Take it seriosly.

Whoosh! Up to 13

People think I look way older. They say I look 12 at the least. My face makes me look like I am 13 or How old are you? Or What grade are you in? These are not insulting questions. For a fact I don't like my age I have been "the age" long enough.
I don't know really when I look at myself at myself I think I don't look older than anyone else I look 13 then I remember I am a few years behind. But all in all, I am *gulp* 10...*sigh*. It is odd how I have friends 2 to 3 years older than me.

*Sigh*. Whoosh. Whoosh. Whoosh.

Hey!

I feel..

I feel....*glow*...*gleam* .

I have no idea what I feel like. It is positively odd how you are with your self all day and you have no idea what you feel.
I saw The Lion The Witch And The Wordrobe today, for the secound time. Its just too good, it is on my must see 5 times list.
Have any of you seen Mr. And Mrs. Smith? Its a good flick as well. School does not make me feel beautiful, at all. People say I have bushy eyebrows and should pluck them ( I do) and they ask me id I wash my face (because I have zits) it makes me want to cry, some of their questions:(. But yet I don't. I have heard a lot of mean things people can say.

It hurts

ho hum

A normal day.

Thats what it was today.

I am going to write a normal post.

But talk in ryme, the most.

We are going to see a movie tomorrow.

Me and my class there is such sorrow.

In the movie I shall see.

With me my class and me.

I love summer

When it is not summer it is a bummer.

I wish I was beautiful.

But I don't feel beautiful.

I want to be tall more than anything in the world.

Who here considers themselfs old?

Or a shiny type of gold?

By: RED


I thought you might want to see my "talent" in poetry it's not much as you can see.
And I would truly love to be tall. It's a gift from god to be tall, god does not want to give me that gift yet.
Maybe for christmas?

Oh Canada...Our Home And Native Land...True...etc. etc. etc.

Sports...

Back

Back, I am back.

Sad, I am sad


I won't be posting much, as I am in a very sad point of my shampoo sample now.
I just wanted to let you know I am back and may be posting every now and then.
I am very frusterated. I hate feeling this way:( I don't feel right. Somthing is missing.
Pray for me please.

Hannah update

Hannah will continue to be offline as she needs more time to reflect on what attitude she would like to bring forth to the table.

No Hannah here.

Hannah will be away from the computer for one week.

sprucies in the kitchen

Spruceies in the kitchen is such a great idea! I smell spicey food when I am looking at the blog.
Which is great because I love the smell of spicey food, that makes think the blog is magical *grin*.
I am wearing pink PJ's, and a hoddie and my bangs are wacko because yours truly just woke up.
I am going to church today but we're like always late.

The Saint Nickolas Day thing went a-o-k but yet not many chums showed up.
I am stiff today*no grin* I went to the hills (Luke wanted to go after school with a sled) I did not want to go to tell the truth I wanted to go home and drin a nice cup of hot choclate. I decided to try this really steep hill and I went in to the thorn bushes and boomed my neck against this big this branch it killed but I am ok though it felt like I couldnt talk at first it was scary but nothing else really happened no blood no tears but yes pain.

yours the stiff red head

RED

Back and insane

My color is back, I am glad to have it back as well. My mom got some new clothes for her birthday and your truly likes them too in fact I am wearing her fleece right now, a nice red color. I love the way the snow is coming and coming, pure magic. I love the way it sits on your eyelashes and the way it fluffs on to your jacket. I wish…NOTHING every thing shall come its way, though there are a few things where I would like to choose the way they come. I am so happy. Color galore! Good. I am so sure I am going insane in a colorful way. Which is wonderful, though it sounds odd that I am saying that going insane is wonderful it is a special type of insane. Magical. I am willing to take the long road for this year even though the short road seems less harsh, long ect.


RED

this kinda looks like me when I...

Dyed my hair. Sorta the same color hair/fur. He makes me feel "RED" since I am loosing my redness.

School is soon,

gotta run


RED

My color is drained. Sad.

I am not colorful today☹. It makes me sad. I got the blues but I don’t feel blue I don’t feel like I have any type of color on me at all. I am so blah, not full of any glitter or sparks or color not even wood shavings! There’s this song we are singing in coir and its called “Little Saint Nick” I was thinking what an odd name he is so not little. Hehe.
I wish color and glitter were inside me today. I like it when there’s a light to lead me out of this dark mine where I start my day. Speaking of mines we went on a field trip today to a mine museum for science.



Déjà vu. I had a case of it today, this girl that sits behind me on the bus was turning around and looking at me. Déjà vu. I had a vision that was going to happen. I have a lot of déjà vu. My friend says since I dyed my hair I could get cancer, I highly doubt that.

I think I may dye my hair again, after a while.

It might make me more colorful but then again my hair won’t change anything but its self. I think this color problem is only going to last for a while its happened before.

"Nonsense girl, think!"

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MOre short posts+ me myself and I

Me myself and I was born in to this world like the rest of us, just like all of you.
I get so mad when someone is sayin you don’t belong here, when EVERYONE belongs here, every single one of us! I am so happy. I feel so loved, and I always get happy when I smell something spicy, which I do now. Who here has ever been to Lasenza girl or Lasenza? Great stores. Am posting short posts I know but I don’t feel like typing. Maybe I will tomorrow.

BEfore I was RED

Before I was Red I had blond hair well, most of you have seen as not Red but here I am or was.
I will be like that again sometime soon. I know it.

ROMPING SEASONS

I was watching my dog romp through the snow, and I thought I wish that were I romping through the grass in summer. I guess we all have are romping season whats yours?

WINTER on SUMMER off

I don't know if I look happy or not to you in this picture, but I'm not happy it is the first day of school. School, a sign that Winter is on and Summer is off. Of course I like many things about Winter but if you add it all up compared to Summer I hate Winter. What do you think, do you think I look happy or disapointed?

Renting at my grandparents

THis is me at my grandparents's house we had to stay there for quite a while and it was a harsh few months bit a lasted through it "whew" is what I said when I had my own room though sleeping on a mattress I was glad to be away from the cramed up room with the pull out bed. I am happy to have a home.

Taby and Moe

“Moe” what an interesting name. I would never name someone that I mean “Moe” common there has got to be a better name than “Moe”. When I was in grade 1 I had a kid in my class named Moe I felt sorry for her because who wants Moe for a name she was French but she knew some English but she left halfway through the year to go to church school.
I hardly remember her, but I hope all is well for her. I am wearing the coolest dress ever right now! Technically it’s a scarf but it is a “magic scarf” which means you can wear it as a scarf, dress, or shirt, outstanding I think. Oh the oven alarm went off I bet my mom is making Christmas cookies! I am looking at are oh so beautiful tree.
I think are house is “taby” I call a house that when you find tab’s and flyers and junky toys (that belong to Luke) I can’t stand it if a house is messy that way. Is your house taby? I am happy to be ME! -Red

A friendly face

Luke is about the friendlyest guy around even though he can seem like a pain in the neck
I love him.

WEll nothin to say except CHRISTMAS!

Christmas. We basically just started are tree; it’ll be done in an hour or so.
I don’t get to sit next to the fireplace tonight☹ Luke is sitting there. I looked at the toy section in the fliers today (not that I want anything) but there was this scooter that seemed great for a little girl that liked speed and adventure and imagination. But I don’t know anyone who is like that well anyone quite old enough that can actually drive a scooter around like a motor scooter sort of like a motor cycle. Well gotta fly-red

Avery

Avery, my second best friend.

happyness and sadness

Hi there!

Just helping Luke unwrap the Christmas tree decorations.
We are decorating are tree in an hour or two. Luke downloaded a typing program to help him type I wonder if it’ll work or not. I bet you’ve seen the picture of me with red hair, well that was about a week or two ago so I’m not that red but I am still “Red” and always will be that name goes down in my history, I may keep dying my hair red but I want to see myself blond again before I make a choice. My! We have a lot junky decorations, not meaning ugly just…small? I am sad to let you know I had an accident today☹, I am happy to let you know everything is all right☺. Luke found 2 angels that say Hannah and Luke odd but original☺. I am sitting on the sunroom’s floor with slippers on☺.

Yours truly, Hannah (dramatic ending eh? :p)

There it's me! RED

Esme

Esme,one of my 2 best friends.

just a little post;)

When I went to church today I was reading a copy of BC’S christen news and I saw the dumbest question: Why are we on this earth? I have already answered that question but I will repeat it for the people who wrote that question (even if they may never see it) we are on this earth because wanted us to be here, he gave us a sample of shampoo. I have Christmas lights up in my room, my bed is like a crib it has bars but on one of the sides it doesn’t, I used to have curtains for it but when I moved it didn’t look funky enough for me so I don’t use them anymore. Anyway I winded the lights through the bars it looks really cool. I love to run in the summer (barefoot) even if I am in a long skirt I would run, run for hours if I had the strength. But I don’t. I woke up this morning and came in to the sunroom and saw there was a new setup (for Christmas only) but it looks quite nice I am sitting on the couch right now. We are decorating are tree tonight, right now my parents are on a walk. Have any of you folks seen “The big comfy couch”? When I was a little girl Molly was my favorite character. – Red☺

Elmo:)

Elmo, a child's favorite character. What is your favorite character?

I..

I hope people understand me and I hope I get fancy pajamas for Christmas (hehe ☺).
I got the cutest hat from my grandma today I am gonna wear it tomorrow. My mom is not home yet she works late today she should be home around 9ish. I am wearing a lime green sweater and my red/blond hair pulled back into a messy bun. I like lime green but it’s not my favorite color☺ (I said that for 2 reasons #1if I ever do a guessing game and you have to guess what my favorite color you won’t know which one is #2 It’s not).
I love laughing, though I find it hard to do I find laughing a gift from god I love hearing people laugh, and me myself and I love to laugh. I saw a great movie “The Perfect Man”
It’s a great flick. We got our Christmas tree today, we had to wait along time before the people took the perfect tree out, but finely they took it out. Luke is on the phone talking to Jonah. -Red

☹ DF ☺

☹ DON’T FORGET TO GUESS MY LEAST FAVOURITE OUTFIT ☺

Wondering.....NEWS FLASH

I wonder?


I wonder why I am weird I wonder why I am alive right here right now (in front of the fireplace hehe ☺). Well the answer is obvious NEWS FLASH God wanted that to happen he wanted you to have a small sample of what life is like, think of it like this: God gave you a shampoo sample, you know how you get those at Walmart and stuff right? Well think of life like that a “sample of shampoo”. I am glad I am here cause so far my shampoo is really working, how about you? I went Christmas shopping today but I didn’t buy anything☺, which is a good thing. Have any of you heard of ugh boots? they're awesome I recommend them ☺. -Red

Christ

This is a magical picture of Christ don't you think?

parents:)or:(

Who here thinks “what?” is a rude word, I don’t, all you are saying is “I didn’t hear you” in a short way. I guess parents see that differently as they see loads of things differently.
In the morning I always feel sick to my stomach if I don’t eat right away but I am used to it so it hardly feels like anything anymore. I am weird and I think that’s good cause there has to be the weird one in the family right? I don’t mean hyper or immature…just weird.
My dad has a style I have noticed and it never changes he always wears white t-shirt’s and a either navy or black sweater and jeans or cords (the odd time he wears these sweatpants I can’t stand☺). My mom on the other hand doesn’t really have a style she just goes with the flow. I was thinking about the last time I sat on Santa’s lap I recall being in grade 2 that was the last time I ever did that line up go talk tell Santa what you want, get your picture taken etc.-REd

☹

If you feel unloved☹ don’t love your self because you want to feel loved☺

I wish..there was no hell...

I wish I could be taller, and I wish I could met god this very day, at this very hour at this very minute, at this very second, I would get his advice on everything. I wish I could have a fancy room with a closet filled with fancy pajamas lol. What would ya’ll wish for?
I was thinking about summer and I think that there is anther reason that summer is better than winter☺ people wake up in the morning and their feet are num and their freezing cold☹! Who here has that problem? RED! RED! Red does☹! And it drives me nuts too, in fact I am in my room right now in bed (hehe) it’s beautiful in here cause in the morning the sun pours through my window it’s a magical sight☺. I have a boring email address and all my friends have interesting ones like angel_half_devil_@hotmail.com☹.
But I like mine cause its what I chose and there’s no going back in life again and changing it I can always get a new account but I don’t feel like that right now☺.
I wish all people could see god I wish there was no hell I wish it was just heaven after all the people who sin are all of us. Red☺

OK I will go to bed one more. PLease :)

One more.

I have to say I think I look a lot different than what I looked like at camp my bangs that used to cross my face don’t any more : ( But still I look the same in many ways too, nice color hair, and it will be blond again soon, and I am taller : )


I am so excited for next year’s camp I heard they are going to teach us how to use BB guns. And the new cabins and bathrooms are funky, and it looks big and FUN!
It’ll be fun. I am sitting in the sunroom scared to take off my sweater (it’ll be to cold. Yikes!). Who here reading this, this very moment at this very second is excited about Christmas. ME! Me pick me! I love it. Well I should go to bed now later - REd

sleep i am not going to sleep why do people say that? your not going anywhere are you?

Hey guys

I got to go in a second but I wanted to use my last moments before I pass out on to my pillow on my blog. I wonder how we sleep like do we just shut our eyes for to long and go unconscious or do we run out of energy and conk out? I have no idea. My mom is going to bed now I am going to go to bed as soon as finish this post Christmas music is now playing. I have no clue what I am going to get for Christmas, I don’t like Barbie’s or toys anymore and there are not really any movies I can think of that I want, well I’ll see on Christmas morn what I am gonna get. I love the music that’s playing and I am glad it is playing the Christmas lights give it a nice touch too. I am getting are tree too tomorrow are we nuts or what? I am wearing my mum’s socks again (mo wa ha ha ha). We are the only family who has their Christmas lights up. I am weird. That’s good.

RED

Bits and Things

Hi ya’ll

Just got back from youth group it was awesome. Echo (the family dog) is well was in the house. Luke is on his blog and my dad is well most likely on his, my mom is drinking coffee big surprise (lol). And Jonny Cash music is playing…that’s what going on here.
I have got in to a habit of wearing sweatpants for pajamas, which is completely normal of course. I only like pajamas if they are fancy otherwise I wear sweatpants. I hope for Christmas I get some fancy pajamas (wink). I am happy today. That’s a good thing.
I heard on the radio that it’s gonna snow! -Red

Never.

It’s hard to believe that all this really happened everything I’ve ever been taught everybody I’ve ever met is and always will be a gift from God. Amen.



I have never wished I could do life over again. Never. Never. Never.
I mean God meant for that to happen (didn’t he) who would want to redo life when what you did was exactly what was supposed to happen? I love the people that are in my life.
I love the people that are not in my life. I wanted all of you to know this I don’t know why. But I did. -Red

insane

I could be going insane and I would not know it, which could happen to anybody.

again (I hate winter)

Hey!


I hate winter I have officially decided that! It’s so cold (even if Christmas is in it) you have to bundle up and feel stiff otherwise you end up with a stupid cold like moi.
I just got back from Ikea. I got Luke his Christmas present and I got myself a few things to (hehe). I saw the new camp pictures and I almost died I was so excited the bathrooms are so funky! I can’t wait to go. I also can’t wait till winters over and summers back in action! I had fun watching you guys guess my favorite flick so were gonna do it again!
Okay ok have to guess…what my least favorite outfit is:



1.) Overalls
2.) Dress
3.) Yoga pants and t-shirt
4.) Jumper
5.) All pink
6.) Jeans and baggy t-shirt
7.) T-shirts with hearts (ugh)
8.) Colorful sneakers (double ugh)
9.) Shirts with numbers on them like: 88,91,2,10,etc.
10.) Dumb sayings




NO hints this should be easy!


GOING TO YOUTH GROUP TONIGHT YEY! -Red

Gabe.

Gabe.Gabe.Gabe.Gabe.Gabe.Gabe.Gabe.Gabe.



My lovely dedicated post to Gabe Congrats on winning the game. Lol. -Red

A GREAT BOOK

Hey guys!


I found a great book in the children’s section in the library yesterday called: Santa’s Twin
By: Dean Koontz. (I have never heard of him before) Obviously all of us bloggers don’t believe in Santa, but still it is an awesome book only because it has awesome rhymes in it. When I first opened the book I thought some of these paragraphs would be awesome to put on my blog so here I am now typing it out for you:



Let’s look ahead to the big holiday that’s coming, coming, coming are way I’m sure you know just what day I mean. It’s not Easter Sunday, not Halloween.
It’s not a day to be sad or listless. It’s a day of wonder. It’s Christmas!


Charlotte and Emily love this season. They’re kids, so they have a good reason to dream all year of that special eve because they truly deeply believe a gift-giving man flies the sky with toys and goodies galore. No lie!



So someday soon, they’ll put up a tree. Why only one? Maybe two, maybe three!
Deck it with tinsel and baubles bright. It’ll be an amazing and wonderful sight. String colored lights up on our roof pray none are broken by anything’s hoof.


Oh wait! I just heard terrible news. Santa’s been mugged. Tied up, and gagged
Blindfolded ear-stoppled, and bagged, locked in his cellar under the Pole, down in dismal, deep, dark, dank hole.


Poor Santa well gotta run folks catcha later